Judith Supine is an artist living in Brooklyn, NY. Supine could not speak until a month after his seventeenth birthday. He could not physically articulate words, he could only squeak and grunt. Supine often drew pictures to communicate with his family. Now his creative process involves buying, stealing and salvaging books and magazines from which to procure visual imagery. This is an artist whose very existence is a pastiche of lost and found, right down to his alias that is borrowed from his mother’s maiden name. He cuts and pastes and recreates, reassembling his spoils in humorous, poignant, meaningless, haphazard collage.